Pretty conceptions, fine metaphors, glittering expressions, and something of a neat cast of verse are properly the dress, gems, or loose ornaments of poetry.
Lo, what huge heaps of littleness around!
A little learning is a dangerous thing.
Oh! be thou blest with all that Heaven can send, Long health, long youth, long pleasure-and a friend.
Art still followed where Rome's eagles flew.
Such as are still observing upon others are like those who are always abroad at other men's houses, reforming everything there while their own runs to ruin.